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July Letter from Mom

This is the latest letter. I edited quite a bit out of it to keep it from being offensive.

Paul,

I just wrote Jill back and sent Alyssa a card in thanks for the picture she drew me of Rojo.

So I take it you are all moved and settled in your place in Richmond. So you got another house? Or an apartment?

Aint Karma a bitch! I tried and tried to get that prick Carlson off my case but the bias gutless bastard was not man enough to take himself off my case. So my 2 good friends Mother Nature and Father Time took care of my problem for me. Those obits you sent me was a joke. That is one reason why I will not have one. What a crock of shit.

Anyhow, I called Dunlap the 9th and he was taking off for somewhere but said he was taking my file with him. He said he found something else in my paperwork and was investigating it. He wants everything over and done with by the end of this month so hopefully in a couple of weeks I will leave on transport to Jerome. Another judge has not been appt yet. SO I am keeping my fingers crossed that everything turns out for me OK. Then I can get out of this screwed up state and start over again. Hopefully I can get Sis to go with me.

I did not think Milo had the guts to answer my note. I told you he was a gutless wonder. I sent Doug a card for his birthday and asked him to please put the plot next to Dads in my name. I said you would probably help if needed. Will you?

Beings you are working in a bank now are you going to forget about law, lawyering, politics and all the corruption that goes along with it. I hope so. The system is broken and too far damaged to ever fix. Besides DOC is one of the biggest money makers in the country. Then you have all the parasites that suck the incarcerated for everything with commissary, phones, ect. I would prefer you stay away from it. Stick to banking. That is where the money is. Pun intended. You can find out for me how to get off shore accts.

I do not remember you telling me about Ross. Hope you have fun showing Donald around. Thanks for the info on the Jonas’. Does not the death certificate tell the cause of death. What or why the person died. Like Grandpa Jonas died of electrocution. Did you find out anything about autopsy reports. Are not they public record? If so then you can get them. Autopsy reports are used in court which is public. I know at one time I had the autopsy report of the one who got herself dead in my hands but it made me sick reading what little I did read so that means probably both the attys had a copy. Check it out or if you run across a lawyer ask and see. I think Colleen had Dads. Whatever, if you come up with anything let me know.

I still caint figure out why you want a timeline of my life. You sure are not going to get it from anybody else. 1st accident happened about 4 days after I graduated from high school. May 26, ’72 I think. Doug Taylor and I were up in the mountains above Oakley. I think we were up where we used to get wood. We had spent the night up there in his Blazer without the top on. Doug had been screwing around trying to be cute and found a bog and stuck the Blazer in it. It took us most of the morning trying to find big rock to put under the tires to get out. We stopped in Oakley at a little store and got a couple cans of soup and a big can of tomato juice. Doug did not have a drivers license so we stayed off the main high by taking the road east that ran parallel to the highway. Doug had one of those small sport steering wheels and the juice can got stuck under the steering wheel and the seat. Before he could get it out the Blazer drifted to the left and hit a culvert and that had big chunks of cement thrown in it where the force of the water had washed away the dirt. Doug bounced out 1st thing and only got a scrape on his shoulder. I rode with the Blazer being thrown back and forth like a rag doll. The Blazer came to a stop where it hit an uprise where the ground had been cut away. I was thrown out and the barb wire broke my fall. I slid along the wire a little ways and ended up upside down hanging by my leg. When I lifted my head to try and figure out whatever, it was like someone threw a bucket of blood on my arm. I kicked down and was wedged between the Blazer and the uprise ground. The wreck crunched the front quarter fender passenger side. I think there was front end damage. I busted the back of the seat so it layed flat, took out the dash with my ribs and the windshield and frame with my head. Then I spent time at U of U Medical Center trying to make my face look like my face again. Before I got my last operation on my face I got my hand hurt at Del Monte.

Aug 17, 73 I went to Mt. Home Air Force Base to pick up Doug (brother). When I got back and went to work I was late. It was break time so I was giving the other workers their breaks. I was by the buff line squatting down picking up stuff up off the floor. I started to lose my balance and reached back to steady myself and grabbed the chain right in front of the sprocket which pulled my hand in. I spent the next 4 years getting my hand rebuilt. I lived on comp for the first 2 years. That was when I moved back to Richmond and then Logan. After they cut me off comp in between operations I worked odd jobs. I worked as an automotive electrical mechanic in Mt. Home (76), canning kitchen in Rupert (76). I went to Voc Rehab at CSI (77), was the 2nd to leave and get a job which was at Motor Parts in Burley (77). I enlisted in the Army in the DEP (delayed entry program) in Dec 77, left in Mar 78 for boot camp at Ft. McClellan Alabama, then to Ft Knox Kentucky for AIT as 63C which is track vehicle mechanic. Was ½ through my 13 wk training in 2 ½ wks when I said fuck it cause a faggot kept getting me in trouble cause I would not play her game. I went to my DI (drill instructor), CO (commanding officer), JAG (lawyers), IG (Inspector General) for help and no one would help me so I got out on a medical discharge. Came back to Colleen’s in Paul and started working for Circle A.

New Years Eve ’79-’80 I put my arm through the window at the shop, cutting my arm in half and almost bled to death. Do not know if in 79 or after midnight in 80 when it happened. Feb 10, ’80 wrecked my jeep out by Max beet dump. Flipped jeep 7 times end over end and side ways. My dog is buried at Max. Everyone standing around said I was dead. But I am too damn ornery to die. The picture by the little red car is when I got in the wreck with Doug in ’72.

Does that fill in some of your spaces. I been bunged up pretty good. Some still bother me. In the little house when I was first living in it I walked out the front door and ** Sunday punched me and kicked me in the back right where spine and hip bones come together and ruptured the spinal column. Between the hematoma and spinal fluid that leaked out I had a lump the size of a soft ball cut in half. Took about a year for my body to dissolve and absorb it. One of the war wounds that will bother me til the day I die.